Memory is the leitmotif of the collection, sparked by the smell of orange peel with that Kavanagh-like ending of ‘sixty Christmases of age’, by the sight of ‘frozen clothes/still hanging on the garden line’, in the ‘thud on the kitchen window’ or Joe Malone’s bohemian pub of the 70s.
Like traditional, honeyed Irish soda bread or dark chocolate truffles suffused with plenty of good Irish whiskey, this charismatic book of poetry you hold in your hands, by Kieran Beville, an esteemed Irish poet, and the reading of the poems inside, is a satisfyingly nourishing, sensual experience to savour, over and over again. Its attention to craft, passion for language, and with a profound understanding of the depths of the roots of memory, is an astounding work of poetry.
A Selected Poems spanning six collections and twenty years, from childhood bewilderment to adult bewilderment through Bird's oxymoronic lens of 'jaunty trauma'.